RE: My Dragon Girlfriend In The Dragonic Apocalypse
chapter-373-2

The old man had no choice. He went to the door and leaned against it out of sight of the swat team outside and shouted out: "Back off, or we will start shooting the hostages!"

"OId Mike, is that you!? What the hell is happening!? Why are you robbing a damn bank!? And with half your station's staff!" A black man wearing swat gear expression was bad. He had been friends with the man he called Old Mike for ten some off years now, and this good buddy was now committing a crime. He did not know why he was doing this. He did not know why he was being led astray.

Old Mike shook his head and sighed. "Jamal, it's not exactly what you think. Shit kind of just happened before I even realized what I was doing. I can only say that right now, I am in shit deep. So, have your people back off. I don't want to do anything I will really regret."

"Old Mike, you know I can't do that. Just turn yourselves in. We can figure out a way out of this. You and your crew may be able to escape imprisonment if you talk with us and give up now." Jamal wanted to help his friend, but if he really did try to kill someone. It would be all over.

"I.... I can't do anything about this.... You heard what happened at my station. Do you think I can go against a monster?" Old Mike sighed. He realized now that his will was weak. He was getting old. He was afraid of death and did not want to die just yet. He was afraid that the man, who could destroy the doors of a police station and even take bullets head on with his body, would crush his head if he was not careful. So he was willing to do the monster's bidding.

Jamal sighed as he looked at his men and motioned with his head for them to get into position. He was left with no other way out. He was about to give the order for them to sneak in when a man casually walked outside with an assault rifle in his hand. He looked around at the vehicles and then nodded his head.

Jamal watched as the man turned his head and looked back into the bank, and asked something to the person inside before turning back and looking right at Jamal. "Hey, Jamal. Send one of your trucks over here. Or else I will kill everyone inside."

"This...." Jamal furrowed his brow. This man was standing out in the open like he was unfaired of being shot and making threats. Jamal wondered if this man was stupid. But if the report was correct, then this man could not die by bullet.

Thinking for a moment, he decided to test it out. He could only try. This was an opportunity he could not miss. With a small motion of his fingers, he commanded the sniper that was on the building across the street to fine.

*Bang!*

A bullet flew down towards Blake. Blake looked up and reached out with his hand snatching the bullet out of mid air before flicking it back with his fingers. The sniper who was looking through the scope eyes went wide, and before he could even move, the bullet pierced through his eye and passed through his head.

"You know it's not nice to shoot people without warning." Blake sighed as he shook his head. "Now you have a dead sniper. You should first take in the situation before deciding to make moves like that."

Jamal's face was pale. He would never have thought a man could do such a thing. He really did catch the bullet as the reports said, and now.... "Fuck!" Jamal yelled out. He had gotten one of his men killed! Punching the side of the swat truck, he took a deep breath and tried to get ahold of himself. "Jack, come here!"

"Sir?" Jack, a young man in full swat gear, quickly came forward.

"Get this truck backed up to the door and give the man the keys. Make sure you have no weapons on you. He doesn't seem like one to kill unless attacked." Jamal had no choice but to give in in this situation. He was holding the bank employees hostage. He could not treat this man like a normal person. This man was like some kind of superhuman that escaped some secret lab someplace. With things as they were, in order to keep the lives of everyone here, he decided to just do as the man asked.

Jack did as he was told and took off all his weapons before getting in the swat truck and backing it up to the building. Blake stood there with a smile on his lips as Jack walked over to him with the keys. Jack did not feel nervous at all as he handed the keys over. "Here."

"Thanks. You should tell your boss to give you a raise. Matter of fact, why don't I do you a solid right?" Blake took out a few stacks of bills and handed them to Jack. "Here you go. Think of it as a bonus."

Jack stood there stupidly with a few stacks of bills in his hands as Blake patted his shoulder and walked away. When he snapped out of his daze, he really wished he could cry! What was he supposed to do with stolen money!?

Blake walked back inside the building and yelled out: "Alright, load her up!"

The cops had no choice but to follow orders as they began taking bags of money out of the bank and loading them into the swat truck. Once it was all loaded, Blake had them get on before having Old Mike get into the driver's seat. "Come on. We will go for a spin in the city."

Old Mike frowned as he asked: "How long do you think you can keep this up? What do you plan to do with all this money?"

"Ummm? Nothing? I have no need for money. I just thought it would be fun to rob a bank with some police."